All that Syrio Forel had taught her went racing through her head. Swift as a deer. Quiet as shadow. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Quick as a snake. Calm as still water. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Strong as a bear. Fierce as a wolverine. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Then man who fears losing has already lost. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Fear cuts deeper than swords.

And I tell you truly, Danaerys, there is no man in all the world who will ever be half so true to you as me.

Choosing... it has always hurt. And always will. I know.

None of us is ever ready,' he (Ned) said. 'For knighthood?' 'For death.

Dragons old and young, true and false, bright and dark. And you. A small man with a big shadow, snarling in the midst of all.

When I am writing best, I really am lost in my world. I lose track of the outside world. I have a difficult time balancing between my real world and the artificial world.

Madness and greatness are two sides of the same coin. Every time a new Targaryen is born, the gods toss the coin in the air and the world holds its breath to see how it will land.